There are a few corrections that I would like to make to your lyrics:
Big open land
You hold the weight of the air in your hands
Big open air
You feel the tickle of the trees on your chest
And why did you go and waste it?
The things that you know are making you a stone wall, stone fence
Your story's so old you just tend to keep them
Long winding road
You got a secret, but you won't share it
Big open land
you hold the weight of the air in your hands
Big open air
you feel the tickle of the trees on your chest
And why did you go and waste it?
The things that you know
are making you a stone wall, stone fence
Your story's so old you just tend to keep them
Long winding road
You got a secret, but you won't share it
To me, this song is about creating a wall to keep people out in order to prevent yourself from getting hurt. But in doing so, you end up pushing people away and perpetuating your isolation. It's like a self-fulfilling prophecy for desertion and hopelessness.
There are a few corrections that I would like to make to your lyrics:
Big open land You hold the weight of the air in your hands Big open air You feel the tickle of the trees on your chest
And why did you go and waste it? The things that you know are making you a stone wall, stone fence Your story's so old you just tend to keep them
Long winding road You got a secret, but you won't share it
Big open land you hold the weight of the air in your hands Big open air you feel the tickle of the trees on your chest
And why did you go and waste it? The things that you know are making you a stone wall, stone fence
Your story's so old you just tend to keep them Long winding road You got a secret, but you won't share it
To me, this song is about creating a wall to keep people out in order to prevent yourself from getting hurt. But in doing so, you end up pushing people away and perpetuating your isolation. It's like a self-fulfilling prophecy for desertion and hopelessness.